Amy Carmichael
India, 1912
Hast thou no scar?
No hidden scar on foot, or side, or hand?
I hear thee sung as mighty in the land,
I hear them hail thy bright ascendant star:
Hast thou no scar?
Hast thou no wound?
Yet, I was wounded by the archers, spent.
Leaned me against the tree to die, and rent
By ravening beasts that compassed me, I swooned:
Hast thou no wound?
No wound? No scar?
Yes, as the master shall the servant be,
And pierced are the feet that follow Me;
But thine are whole. Can he have followed far
Who has no wound? No scar?
Might I add:
Hast thou no scar?
No hidden scar on brow, or back, or heart?
A wound for taking up My part?
Hast thou faced ridicule for me?
How doth the world in name blight thee?
Hast thou no scar?
No wound?
Yes, as the master shall the servant be,
And pierced are the feet that follow Me;
But are mine whole? Examine me!
Where is my courage in foll'wing Thee?
Can it be, I've followed as I ought,
Can it be, I've followed as I ought,
With no scar of battles fought?
[Don't worry, this is not an extinct verse you've never heard before, I added it ;) ]
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